Of Snowstorms and Demons

Cid had nearly reached the large front doors when a shout of “Highwind!” made him pause. Turning, he growled, “Now what do ya-Oomph!”

As he crashed to the floor, the throbbing returned to his head, causing him to clench his eyes and grit his teeth. Before he could curse the weight currently sitting on his lap, he felt a warm pressure on his lips. A single eye snapped open, focusing on the curtain of black hair surrounding his head and affectionate scarlet eyes mere centimeters from his face. Vincent pulled back slightly, smirking at the blond’s shocked expression. Cid blinked, “Vince?”

“You are one of the most stubborn and idiotic people I know, Highwind.”

The pilot frowned, “If I’m such a big pain in yer ass, why the hell ain’t ya lettin’ me leave?!”

“Because you aren’t a pain in my ass,” A slow smile grew over the gunman’s face, “Not yet anyway.”

Cid started to speak again but a gloved hand covered his mouth, “I want you to listen, Chief, because I will not repeat this again. I may be influenced by the demons and I probably have far fewer inhibitions than I would normally. But know this, I am in control of myself for the most part right now. If I truly wished for you to leave or for you to not touch me, Cerberus would be aimed at your head right now. If something does happen, however, I would rather it be now while I still have a choice. Understand?”

Cid gave a nod and Vincent leaned close, keeping his left hand over the blond’s mouth, “Now, do you still wish to leave?” There was a quick shake no, “Good. Because as much as I might have driven you crazy last night, you have been tormenting my days and nights for years. Gaia only knows how long you have been outside of my reach and I would rather not lose this chance.”

Blue eyes widened with realization at the whispered words. When the raven-haired man finally released his mouth, the pilot pulled him down roughly, pouring all his earlier tension and frustration into the kiss. There was only a token resistance from the gunman as his tongue pressed forward and then he felt the man melt against him with a sigh.

It wasn't long before the slender man began to squirm and Cid grinned into the kiss. Vincent felt it and pulled away with a glare, though the effect was nullified by the lusty glaze, "Don't get so smug, Chief. Right now my body is so high strung I would react to anybody's touch like that."

A blond brow rose, "Anybody huh?" He ran a hand down the pale back before tightly grasping the gunman's firm backside, pushing him downward to grind against the sizable bulge in the pilot's jeans.

Vincent's eyes rolled slightly as he gasped, "Ok, maybe not anybody."

The pilot chuckled and repeated the movement, making it slower then the first while tightening his grip on the firm mound in his palm. It drew a soft, almost undetectable groan from the slender man’s throat that went to Cid’s groin. “Good, cause I hate tha thought of ya bein’ with somebody else.”

A slight blush rose over the pale face and Vincent turned his eyes away, mumbling something. Tanned fingers reached up and took hold of his chin, forcing him to look at the blond again, “I didn’t hear ya, Vince.”

“I…I haven’t been with anyone. Ever.”

Cerulean eyes widened in amazement. Surely that wasn’t true, after all that the man had pined for that scientist woman. And then the fact of how bold many of his moves had been so far. But…Vincent never lied…right? “What do ya mean, Vince?”

The gunman gave a sigh, “Just as it sounds, Highwind. I…understand everything that occurs because of the…lessons the demons gave me while I slept all those years and I was not completely niave during my time as a Turk. But physically I remain untouched. After all, few would be able to find me acceptable with what lies in my soul.”

‘Amazin’…’ Cid thought, eyes searching the gunner’s. Had he really…? It was a shocker to find out Vince seriously had not been touched by anyone…almost unbelievable! His hand moved against smooth flesh to cup Vincent’s flushed cheek, mouth connecting once again to pliant lips. It only lasted a second, which left Vincent leaning in after it had ended, a small frown on his face.

Cid grinned, “Like I give a rat’s ass about ‘what lies in your soul’. I like ya for you,” Lips touched again, “and I feel damn good that ya would trust me to be yer first.”

‘Awww, isn’t this adorable.’ Chaos rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. ‘Get a move on, host!’

Vincent chuckled. ‘What’s your hurry Chaos? This is my time, not yours.’

‘We will still feel the same things you do.’

Scarlet eyes blinked as he realized what this meant and a blush reappeared on his cheeks, demonic laughter echoing in his mind, “Oh my…”

Cid rolled his eyes. "Alright, what did Batty say this time?"

“Apparently they will be doing more than just watching our…activities.” Vincent chewed on his bottom lip, nervous that now the pilot would be unwilling to continue.

The blond tilted his head, brows pulling together. "Watchin' our activities? Wait...what? Do ya mean that they'll be watchin' as we...?!"

The gunman nodded, “They watch everything. They have little else to do and it makes it easier to find times to break loose if they keep an eye on things. There is little I can do to block them off, especially now.”

"Damn...that’s only a little creepy," Cid sighed "but I guess there's nothin' really ya could do about it, eh?" Cerulean orbs slid over the gunner’s face and he noticed the lip that Vincent was chewing on. His thumb slid down to seep across the tender flesh, drawing it away from abnormally sharp canines. The blond’s brow arched, "Nervous or somethin'?"

The gunman was amazed at Cid’s acceptance but rather than continuing the conversation, he allowed himself to take the course his body was demanding. He slipped his tongue out, drawing over and around the thumb caressing his lower lip. The taste of skin and salt along with the scent that was unique to the brash pilot caused him to shudder before pulling the tan digit into his mouth.

Cid hissed, the heated sensation of the gunner’s mouth shooting through his body. "Shit, Vincent..."

The raven-haired man released the thumb but held onto the man’s wrist as he licked and nibbled at each finger before moving on to the palm and inner wrist. Allowing his inhumanly sharp canines to scrape at the sensitive flesh, he smirked slightly as he felt a shudder run through the blond. Untouched he may be, but when you spent fifteen mating seasons locked in a box with only the demons to keep you company, you picked up a thing or two from the images coming from them.

Breathing becoming erratic, the blond bucked up into the gunner and allowed his hand to slip lower on Vincent’s pajama clad cheek, finger tracing down a silky cleft. “Yer killin me here, Vince,” he murmured.

Vincent jumped a little when he felt the devilish digit begin to trace up and down the cleft of his cheeks, lips faltering against Cid’s arm. His body pulsed with such a simple touch…it was extravagant. Chaos chuckled. ‘It only gets better host.’

His lips moved further up Cid’s arm, licking and nipping at the veins in the crook of the pilot’s elbow before continuing up thick muscles. That was until his nose bumped the short sleeve of rough fabric, and he then frowned, tracing a bare finger down the blue shirt. ‘This doesn’t seem fair, now does it? I have hardly anything on and yet he’s still fully clothed.’

He felt the demons chuckle and an image was sent to him from one, though he couldn’t tell who. Barely containing the smirk, he sat up, allowing his gloved hand to release the pilot’s wrist and move to the center of the broad chest. Gripping the fabric tightly, the raven-haired man pulled, a wave of satisfaction running through him as the shirt tore from Cid’s body easily.

The pilot had his eyes shut, enjoying the touches and attention Vincent was bathing him in. It heated his blood and quickened his breath, his heart was sent racing and his pants started tightening…Damn this was good!

Then suddenly cold air washed over his bare chest, cerulean eyes shooting wide. Dangling from Vincent’s fingers was the remnants of his t-shirt and he glared at the man in his lap. “Dammit, Vince, I ain’t made of shirts!”

Scarlet eyes darkened with lust. “Hmm, if I had my way, you wouldn’t need a shirt at all for the next couple of weeks, Chief,” his voice a near growl as he nipped his way down the tanned neck and collarbone.

Cid’s head tilted back, hand flying to tangle in black stands as the gunslinger’s tongue swirled patterns against his flesh and he moaned. Damn, that was some talent! His fist tightened when a hot mouth covered a hardened nipple.

It was drafty, down on the floor, and it was sending chills up his spine, more so than Vince’s tender treatment on him.

Fingers brushed against the gunner’s scalp gently, “Heya, Vince…I think we should move this somewhere less, uh, cold, eh?”

It took a moment for the words to register through the haze of lust spreading over Vincent’s mind. The urge to simply ignore the question ran heavily through his mind but he realized they did not have the necessary items to make this comfortable and, if the size of the bulge just under his ass was any indication, he was going to need all the help he could get.

A knock came just as Vincent relented to the pilot's request, standing and pulling Cid up with him. A harsh snarl left the man and he pressed the blond against the wall next to the door, "Stay here!"

Opening the door, he found a rather pasty man and woman standing on the steps, creepily wide grins plastered on their faces, "Greetings neighbor! We are members of Jenova's Witnesses and wish to ask, have you found the Goddess?"

'These idiots interrupted for THIS?! May I?' Vincent allowed a fanged grin to spread over his face. 'Make it quick.'

The man and woman blinked with surprise as the scarlet eyes changed to gold and a strangely deep, growling voice left the slender man, "Oh yes, I have found the Goddess. Gorgeous woman and the best lay I had in centuries."

They paled as the figured suddenly changed, demonic wings spreading from the shifting body as pale skin tinted to steel-gray, "Now if you would not mind, I have other business to attend to. Unless, of course, you would like to become part of a blood sacrifice to the Dark Ones?"

The Jenova's Witnesses ran screaming and Chaos slammed the door shut, finding Cid still leaning against the wall but nearly falling onto the floor laughing. The demon allowed himself to chuckle as well before releasing his hold over the host’s body. Vincent shook his head as he felt his body settle and then grabbed Cid’s arm, “No more interruptions. Come, Highwind.”

The pilot followed, stumbling after with chuckles still erupting from his body as Vincent half lead and half dragged Cid up the mansion stairwell.

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The couple had successfully made it up the steps and down the hall without stopping to touch or nibble at each other. As soon as the door, which had closed with the momentum of Vincent running out of it earlier, came into view, that had all changed. Cid had caved in and attacked the back of the gunner’s neck, the man faltering in his steps, sending both into the wood. Mouths crashed together, hands sliding across each other’s bodies against the bedroom door.

A tanned hand patted against the door, searching for the rusted old knob as his tongue pushed against Vincent’s. He found the blasted thing just as teeth scraped his lower lip, and he turned, both of them falling in. Both let out a heavy breath of air as they crashed to the floor, Cid landing on top of the pale gunman. He grinned sheepishly but winced as he felt the cut created on his lip by Vincent’s teeth as they had fallen. “Shit, that stings!”

Vincent wasn’t paying attention to the words, however, his crimson eyes transfixed on the bubble of blood that had formed on the pilot’s broken lip. The scarlet droplets dribbled as the blond spoke, drawing him in during their travel down his chin. He could scarcely hear the faint chuckles of the demons, but paid them little mind.

Hands that were clutched to broad shoulders gripped tightly, nails and leather reddening flesh. The smell of Cid’s breath was addicting enough for the raven, the smoky whiskey flavor coming from the pilot’s favorite hobbies, but the mix of tangy copper was electrifying, throwing the gunner in a daze.

Cobalt eyes looked worriedly at the man under him, Vincent suddenly going quiet and body becoming tense. Crimson eyes were wide and alit on his face, flames growing as they glowed brighter against pale flesh. A hand was brought up, brushing dark strands from the gunner’s face, “Vince? Ya ok?”

The little drop bounced on a stubble-covered chin, catching on the fine strands and spreading through the blond hairs.

The tip of his tongue traced bruised morsels, catching the hint of copper on his lips. His fingers traced up Cid’s shoulders to his neck, callused pads tickling against tanned skin till he held the pilot’s head in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

To say the blond was confused was a understatement, but the gentle caresses on his face were relaxing and soothing. Shifting, Cid pushed his body against Vincent’s, rubbing the top of his thigh against a silk clad crotch lightly.

The gunner moaned at the pleasant pressure against his body, his heightened senses making it even more delicious to his lust craved mind. Eyes rolled when Cid repeated the motion, another soft sigh tumbling from his lips. Copper tickled his nose again when the pilot leaned down, lips ghosting across one another but never touching. Too much…he couldn’t hold back any longer…surprising the pilot, Vincent tilted his head back and drew a long, rough line with his tongue from Cid’s chin and back to his quivering mouth.

The blond male drew in a sharp breath, body jerking against the pale man’s. Damn that was hot. The tongue prodding at his abused flesh, lapping up the blood that he really hadn’t been paying attention to up until this point. Fingers scratched nonchalantly against his scalp and nape, making Cid almost purr.

It was when he felt sharp teeth beginning to close on his lip once again that he realized what it was driving the gunner to this point. Carefully, he pulled his mouth away, feeling the pale man attempt to follow his movements. He pushed Vincent back to the floor, watching with mild fascination as the man writhed erotically trying to move out of the grip on his shoulders. However, he would rather not end up with his lip shredded, so he kept a tight grip. Deciding that distraction was the best alternative at this point, he leaned down and nipped harshly at a pale collarbone.

Arching, Vincent moaned and pulled the blond closer while allowing a leg to slip from under Cid and curl around his waist.

Cid hummed against the ex-Turk’s collar, releasing one thin shoulder and skimming it down a smooth side. He continued down the expanse of pale skin, tracing over raised scars, worshiping the lines with sucks and licks. Vincent withered beneath him beautifully; bucking up into his body, releasing little mews and sighs when he paid attention to the more sensitive markings.

Moving to the side, Cid’s mouth found a dusky bud, swirling the bit of flesh with his tongue before closing his mouth over the sensitive flesh. Vincent pushed his head against his body more, fingers tangling almost painfully into his short hair. A long leg wiggled its way to join its partner at his narrow waist, locking the blond closer.

Things were heating up, despite the cold air hitting his back. That wouldn’t be so bad if they were actually on the bed and not on the floor in front of it. That would change soon though, cause there was no way in hell that he was taking this any further on the hard ground. Large hands caressed the gunner’s sides, his mouth releasing the abused nub before he sat up, hands pulling the gunner with him till he was placed in his lap, “Come on. Let’s take this some place more comfortable, what do ya say?”

Vincent felt himself being pulled from the floor and groaned as he felt the friction of his silky pants rub deliciously over his nearly painful erection. He barely registered the pilot’s words and nodded. Right now, he would go anywhere, so long as this did not stop!

The sensation of being carried and then carefully placed on the soft mattress of his bed passed briefly through his hazy mind but as he felt and saw Cid’s form over top of him, all coherent thought went out the window. He was vaguely aware of snickering laughter echoing in the back of his mind and sent a mental ‘go to hell’ before he felt that devilishly hot tongue focusing on his nipple once more.

Rolling the tender flesh, Cid added a few flicks before biting down, his hand tightening its hold on the gunner's waist as he slid the other up the back of his thigh. The reaction was almost instant, the pale man arching off the bed with a loud cry, seeking more touch, more friction. The blond took the opportunity provided and grabbed hold of the waist of the silken pajama pants, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

Vincent gasped as he felt the brush of silk and then cool air wrapping around his hardened flesh. He needed to find some way of cooling the rush of sensations or he would lose control and embarrass himself by releasing too soon.

Cid chuckled, tossing the pajamas off to the side and sat up, eyes darting over the pale form beneath him. Smirking at the panting man, who was obviously fighting the need to come by the way his hands move to clutch the bedspread and his crimson fire orbs were clouded with need, the pilot traced a finger down the thin line of hair that started at the gunner’s belly button. He followed it to the painful, leaking member that was practically begging for attention in the little nest of fine curls his hand had followed.

Still grinning, warm digits playing down the side of the former Turk’s cock before wrapping around the base and giving a small stroke. Combat eye’s twinkled with mischief when Vincent cried out, repeating the small motion slowly as he purred huskily down at the man. “This fer me, Vince?”

The raven-haired panted, licking his rapidly drying lips as he attempted to regain some of his mental faculties, “O-only..nn..only if you stop t-teasing damn it!”

Cid fought down a grin as he heard the gunman curse. The man was always so proper with his words; it was quite an ego-boost to know he had driven him to this point. “That’s a new one, Vince. Wonder what else I can make the dangerous mouth of yer say.”

Vincent groaned, tossing his head back as Cid continued to stroke him at a tantalizingly slow pace. Rough, work calloused fingers squeezed around him, strokes becoming hard against the sensitive flesh. Pre-cum leaked from the darkened head of his manhood, dripping to down onto Cid’s fingers. If was hard before to control himself, now it was almost down right impossible as he cried out when that torturous hand twisted the delicate skin.

‘Hmm, you certainly fall apart easy, host. Will you simply allow the pleasure of his touch and not get the full experience? Seems like it, after all, he is still half dressed.’

Scarlet eyes flashed gold for a brief second before a low growl left the gunman’s throat. Lifting himself onto his left elbow, he reached around to the back of the blond’s neck, pulling the man close, “Pants. Off. Now!”

Cid blinked in shock; one minute he had Vincent withering beautifully beneath his touch, the next he found himself staring into flickering eyes with a bruising pressure on his neck, “Fine, ya impatient bastard! Just no breakin’ my neck!”

The gunner growled, nails pressing dangerously against his skin, “Then I suggest you hurry, Highwind.”

The pilot huffed, but reluctantly complied as he slid a foot to touch the ground and knelt on the edge of the mattress, nimble fingers reaching to unhook the button of his jeans. The stiff fabric was pushed off narrow hips and fell to the floor where Cid kicked them away. Head held high, the pilot placed his hands on his hips. “Happy, ya demanding bastard?”

Scarlet eyes went wide and even the demons had fallen strangely silent. A blond brow rose at the gunman’s expression, “What?” Glancing down, he chuckled slighty, “Oh yeah, I forgot I didn’t wear any boxers. Kinda ended up losin’ my clean ones in the fight with Hellmasker.”

Vincent just dazedly shook his head, “I thought only Chaos was that big!”

“Well I’ll be damned. That fuckin’ great news if ya ask me!”

Recovering from his daze, the demon mentally shock his head, ’Damn, host…What a rarity among humans to find one so well endowed.’ Vincent remained silent, attention focused else where. When Chaos received no response, he tried again. ’Host?……Valentine!’

Still the human paid him no heed, so instead he watched through Vincent’s eyes what the man was seeing.

Cid frowned a little at the complete silence that had fallen in the room, eyes searching out Vincent’s face. To his utter surprise, the dark man had risen to his knees and was currently leaning toward his body, face level to his crotch. Was he really…”Vince?”

Red eyes glanced up at his for but a split second and Cid had to hold back a groan. You could see the kindling passion and lust in dark pupils. Before he could say anything, a pink tongue flicked against the head of his cock curiously, hand resting on his thigh.

Though Vincent wasn’t entirely certain of the flavor, the sudden inhale and nearly held back groan from the pilot encouraged him to continue.

Cid let out a ragged breath when Vincent repeated the action, but this time in a longer, fuller stroke, his hand flying to grasp dark tresses, “Ah...Vince...”

Flavor burst in his mouth, not something he was used to with the bitter and salty taste of the pre-cum being new to him...but it was almost...enjoyable. Not something that he would get used to right away, but at least it wasn’t making his stomach turn. It startled him when strong fingers weaved into his hair, and he though for a brief second that Cid was going to pull way but it seemed the pilot needed something to hold onto. The low groan that Cid made when he let his lips take some of the mushroom tip in encouraged the raven, and he braved to take more in, tongue swirling against the member.

Digits tightened in Vincent’s hair, the pilot resisting the urge to jerk his hips to get more of the scalding mouth. He couldn’t, he had to keep telling himself. He didn’t want to scare the possessed man off, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him…but by god Vincent was a tease, doing it unknowingly. Didn’t mean that damn bat didn’t know though. Another groan issued from his throat and he looked down, knees going weak at the site of head of his cock slowly being encased by the former Turk.

The member twitched faintly inside his mouth and he tasted and felt drips of warm liquid slid down his tongue and into his throat. Vincent could feel the muscles in the pilot’s thigh jumping and tensing against his fingers in the effort to stay still for him, making him smile lightly around the captain. The demons purred in the dark void in which they dwelled, Chaos being at the forefront, guiding. ‘Step it up a notch, host. He’s holding back for you, so reward him, give him more of what he wants but is keeping at bay.’

The gunner sent a mental nod to the demon in thanks, shifting his knees forwards enough to keep himself upright and placed his gloved hand on a bare hip, using the blond for support. Give the Chief more, hmm? Yes…that he could do.

His fingers slithered up soft skin, feathering over the course hair that peppered the base of the thick shaft, making his way to wrap around the tender sac the hung between the pilots legs. At the same moment his hand started to roll the testicles, Vincent vigilantly took more of Cid into his mouth, ignoring the ache that was starting to form in his jaw.

“Vince!” Ifrit’s hell! What heat, what tightness…Both of Cid’s hands now clutched at silk strands as he bent over Vincent, letting out a hoarse moan. ‘Fuck…’ he thought, ‘if his mouth is this damn tight, imagine what it will be like to be inside him!’

He felt as his cock bump against the back of Vincent’s throat and wondered what the gunner would do next. Would he be willing to actually take him in? Could he?

Vincent wouldn’t lie. His jaw was getting sorer and it was getting harder for him not just pull back and stop. Luckily he could still breath through his nostrils, though that alone was getting more difficult with each bit he took in. Gloved finger’s tightened on Cid’s waist, no, he would continue, if anything he would give the Chief what he deserved. He took one last pull of air through before taking what else he could into his throat, nose brushing against blond hair. Cid’s fingers twisted, pulling a few pieces of hair from their roots, but he ignored it while relaxing his throat.

The blond panted above him, shaking from the sheer effort it took to remain standing, as his knees grew weak. For his first time…damn Vincent could make someone wither. Cid felt the silken heat trying to relax around him and that made him grin with pride. Vincent had taken him in on one go, a feat that nobody before him had done without a few tries. He knew that his mouth must have been aching; yet he continued through the pain anyway. His hand reached down to cup the side of a pale face, his other stroking soft strand, voice thick and almost too deep to be his own. “Ya…ah…don’t have to keep goin’ Vince. Stop if it’s too much for ya.”

A low growl rose from the gunner’s throat, causing the silken heat to vibrate as scarlet eyes narrowed with stubbornness. Pulling back, he took a breath before diving down again, concentrating on keeping his throat relaxed.

“Shit!” Cid felt his legs buckle slightly as the raven moved, his unsure actions becoming more and more fluid. The blond realized quickly that this would have to be cut short or he was going to embarrass himself. If Vincent wanted to do this again later, he would definitely get to finish it then. For now, he wanted to take everything the gunman offered.

His mind and body fought for a moment before he reached a hand to the pale shoulder, holding Vincent from continuing. Blue eyes blinked as something akin to a whimper left the raven’s throat, dazed scarlet orbs looking up to regard him questioningly, “Sorry, Vince. We’ll do that again but fer now…” He placed a soft kiss on swollen lips, a jolt of heat spreading through him as he tasted himself on them, “Do ya have any oil or lotion in here?”

Vincent fought to emerge from the lust-induced haze he had fallen into as he attempted to register the words. ‘Host, the human male requires lubrication for mating.’ At Chaos’ words he nodded and silently pointed to the nightstand.

Cid opened the drawer to find a small, familiar bottle of skin oil that he had often seen the gunner using on his arm near the start of his gauntlet. The thought made him glance at the man’s left arm, curiosity rising again but cast aside as he returned to the bed. He’d be damned he his big mouth lost him this chance with the normally untouchable gunman.

“Lay back,” he softly told the pale man, smirking as Vincent complied, his eyes burning with trust and need. It was strange but refreshing to see no fear or hesitation as he often saw when people first became aware of his girth. ‘Guess the demons are good fer somethin’ after all.’

Trailing a broad hand over smooth thighs, he felt the raven shudder under his touch. He let himself revel in the feeling of the silky, pale skin for a moment before moving upward. Cerulean orbs locked onto the dark-framed face as he teased an oiled finger over the puckered entrance.

Vincent’s eyes began to slide shut as waves of heat and need pooled in his stomach but Cid’s voice stopped him, “Keep yer eyes open, Vince. I wanna see everything.”

A flush of embarrassed desire flared over the pale face but he kept his gaze on the pilot’s blue eyes. A moan escaped him as a slick finger pressed inside agonizingly slowly, “Mmm…fuck, Cid! Please, hurry.”

The blond grit his teeth as impossibly tight velvet heat clenched around him. There was no way in hell he could rush this without tearing the man. Keep a tight reign on his own self-control, Cid pressed another oiled digit into the gunman.

Vincent felt a second finger entering him and panted heavily. The sensations were intense, almost blinding, but he wanted more. Frustratingly, no matter how he demanded and pleaded, the pilot would not go any faster. ‘He fears harming your body, Valentine.’ Understanding lit his burning gaze, “Highwind, it wo…nn..won’t hurt me right n-now.” Confusion crossed the tanned face and the movements paused, allowing him to explain, “The hormones…they make the pain nearly non-existent. Please-”

“Even if ya don’t feel it now, Vince, I ain’t giving ya no reason ta hate me later. If I’m doin’ this, I’m doin’ it right, understand?”

Any argument the raven may have had was lost as the two fingers pushed deeper within him, brushing against something that caused him to arch up and claw at the sheets with a loud cry. A chuckle caused one scarlet eye to snap open, meeting with the pilot’s cocky gin, “Stubborn basta-AH!” A third finger slipped inside him, adding to the full sensations coursing through him.

Cid was nearly content to remain like this, watching the raven-haired beauty writhe and moan under his touch. A throbbing demand reminded him, however, of his own body’s needs.

A soft whimper left Vincent as the three digits were carefully removed but his fiery gaze burned with anticipation as the blond knelt between his legs. “Please,” he whispered heatedly as he felt a blunt pressure at his backside.

Cid bit his lower lip as he carefully pushed forward, groaning as the minor resistance gave way to a nearly suffocating heat. Blue eyes watched the pale figure beneath him for any signs of pain.

Vincent moaned as he felt his body stretch but it wasn’t enough. He needed more and it seemed as though the pilot was not going to go any faster. ‘Looks like I’ll have to take things into my own hands.‘

Cid’s plan to take things slow was derailed as long legs wrapped around his waist and he felt himself pushed to the hilt, his breath stolen from the movement. The gunman arched up with a loud cry, feeling every pulse and shift of the flesh buried deep within him. ‘Fuck!’ The blond thought as he watched the man beneath him, fighting to keep from coming at the sight.

Vincent panted for breath, hands clutching and shredding the thin blankets beneath him as he grasped for support. The feeling of fullness coursed through his veins, blood pumping erratically through his body and adding to the ache of his fully erect and neglected member. He felt so close to that indescribable feeling he had only barely tasted in dreams. “Damn it Cid, move!”

Blue eyes rolled at the impatience but rather than retort, the blond complied, withdrawing almost fully before driving inward, the harsh cry he was rewarded with was music to his ears.

Flashes of white burst over the gunman’s vision as the heat building within him took a razor’s edge. He knew he wouldn’t last long under the assault to his senses and, as the hard length buried within him brushed over the sensitive spot hidden there, he clamped down, determined to bring the pilot over the edge with him.

“Shit!” Cid cursed as he felt the muscles around him tense, bringing the pleasure to an almost painful peak. As he began to feel the impending signals of his release, he brought his attention to the reddened organ weeping copious amounts of fluid. Wrapping a hand around the neglected erection, he moved in time with his thrusts.

That simple touch was all the raven needed before his entire body lit up, wave after wave of electric impulses shutting off all coherent thought in his mind.

Cid felt the slender man beneath him go taunt and cursed as his own orgasm was practically forced from him. He felt a warm wetness coat his hand and he slowed his pace, allowing himself to simple enjoy the sensations. He smirked as Vincent began to twitch with his movements, his skin becoming oversensitive. The blond carefully withdrew, noting the gunman’s murmur of disappointment as he pulled away, “I’ll be right back, Vince.”

Retrieving a damp washcloth from the nearby bathroom, he gently washed the remains of their activities from the pale skin. Scarlet eyes watched him from under heavy lids, reminding Cid of a content and sated cat. Chuckling at the image, he lay down next to the man, sighing as Vincent curled up to his side before falling asleep. The pilot yawned. He had not had much sleep before Hellmasker awoke him the night before and he was sure that he had only had a few hours before waking up in Vincent’s bed. ‘A nap would probably be a good idea.’

As the two finally drifted off, with only the sound of falling snow filling the air, a pair of golden eyes flashed open and a wide fanged grin appeared on the shifting face. 'My turn.'
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A/N: Smut! And just in time for the holidays! Woot! I didn't think I was going to get this done on time. Much thanks to Sapphy-san for kicking my butt and keeping me going!

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Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!Pounce!
*Deep breath*
POUNCE!!!!

Please :D
Frizz: O.o Here! Just don't kill me!

viva_rose
Chaos the matchmaker! Oh the joys of it all! Go get him Vincent!
Frizz: LOL though Chaos isn't COMPLETELY selfless in this.

Elenna
oh thanks much for the link. funny thing though....I already read that but didn't remember it lol. as usual, story's going great!
Frizz: That's fine hun. I still like to reread that every once in a while too. Particularly when it comes to me being stuck on this one. (hint: There is a sequel in the works for VCR though no telling how long it will take)

Victoria Valentine-Highwind
Please continue. I have been re-reading this story cause it can make me laugh no matter if I'm mad or sad.
Frizz: YAY! Someone really likes my humor! Woot! I used to really suck at it so this is a definite plus for me.

nekoluver666
This fic makes me haaapppyyyyy. x3 You have NO idea. I literally freaked out and squeed when I was talking to Kiheki a little bit ago. She laughed at me. ^^;

As much as I can't wait for the lemon to happen I am very content with the rate you are going. Keep up the good work, yo!!! *thumbs up*
Frizz: Here is the lemon! Hope you enjoy it as much as the rest of the story.

Naminetwilight
This was good. I do believe that maybe Vence will snap first lol the only thing I have to say is poor Cid, but in the end I don't think he'll mind.
Frizz: No, I don't think he minds at all!

Naminetwilight
Woot ^0^ go get'em Vence!
Frizz: Hell yeah!

Golden Kitsune
the carpets finally got done.
yea.
i know it does that.
so gay.
in the bad way.
XD.
awsome.
cant wait for more.
update soon.

~Golden Kitsune~
Frizz: Glad to know that mess is gone hun! Hopefully you wont have to deal with anything like that again

Ankou_Magpie
While not my all time fav Cid/Vin fic ever, it this is still in my top five of most amusing and one of the more original ideas and is more then worth the read. I like how you are giving the demons more individual personalities and behavior, and the hierarchy you gave them as well. It makes sense. Can't wait for more, kudos and keep it up!
Frizz: I am glad you are enjoying it even if it isn't your fave. Hope you continue to like it cuz the madness just gets worse from here.

Naria Lacour de Fanel
Poor poor Cid! He doesn't stand a chance! >:} I LOVE IT!! Even IF he COULD leave, he wouldn't make it very far. He's sending out his pheromones like crazy and the demons just can't say no!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! There's gonna be an angsty fight along the lines of:

Vincent: *pounce*
Cid: "WTF?!"
Vincent: >:}"It's raping time!"
CID: "Oh noez!"O.O

Followed by lots of clothes flying and moany sexy noises, Chaos interruption (cuz he is made of smex) of which Cid cannot deny!!!!, and then happily ever after fluff! Maybe...But things could NEVER be that simple with these guys! NEVER!! Oh, silly silly menfolk. If they had just said "I love you!" BEFORE the fudgecicles, then there wouldn't be nearly as much sexual tension and therefore no rapey rape. But, it makes for a sexylicious fic!!

I LOVE how all of the demons want to "Play" with Cid. SO cute! Although, I wouldn't want to be chased by a chainsaw weilding demon, either!
Frizz: No, Hellmasker is not what I would want to wake up to either. Though I will give ya two guesses as to WHO Cid's gonna wake up to this time *evil grin*

Komikitty
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to this! I still love it to bits. Manipulative!Chaos is Win, for reals. ANYWAY, I can't wait to see what happens after Vincent catches him. X3
Frizz: Just glad to hear from you hun. And yes, I LOVE using Chaos to move things along.